They exist only for as long as they can control the narrative.
When they cannot control the flow of information, their facade begins to fracture. Light shines through the act onto the broken, incompetent actor inside.
They exile the people closest to them.
They become isolated, brooding, angry and alone.
And those base impulses are utterly devoid of the insights that come from being fully human with depth of character.
They are simply primal.
To the people left to watch, it’s a slow-motion implosion.
It’s an unraveling.
Gone is the bombast. The energized rants.
It’s all perfunctory now. Weak, lifeless oratory. A toothless tweet or two.
Narcissist’s are fueled by the undue esteem they manipulate others into showering on them.
Trump’s life source has slowed to a trickle.
He is a weakened, hobbled, small man wandering the White House like an apparition.
If Republicans cave and surrender to a deal without wall funding, it will be the last push for the porcelain Humpty Dumpty.
A fragile king abandoned by the king’s men.
The boa constrictor that is Nancy Pelosi isolated him far from his precious fuel with only his twin demons for company: his bottomless neediness and his impulses.
It’s downright Shakespearean.
He whipped up this tempest. Now he can’t escape it.
Such is the way narcissists are destroyed.
Just like this.